There are sounds of metal pots and cooking utensils clanging together. The person in the kitchen is making so much noise, it's hard not to wonder what's going on. It tempts Arthur to get closer to the kitchen. He gets up from his chair and walks over to the counter. Peeking over, he could see the man working very diligently at a long table not too far from him. A large bead of sweat falls from his chin and onto the floor, he wipes his face with a towel that was hanging from a hook attached to the wall and continues. 

He looks up and sees Arthur staring at him intently, the man gives Arthur a quick smile before turning around to tend to something else. Arthur tries to make out what he's cooking but none of the ingredients give him any hint to what it could be. There are even ingredients which he didn’t recognise at all, scattered everywhere. Arthur starts feeling concerned so he tries to get his attention. He wants to run away but his stomach won't let him.

“Hey, what are you making?” Arthur asks him. “Don’t worry about it sir, I’m-” he knocks over a can on the table and it spills on his uniform “I'm sure you'll love it!” As he says that he turns to Arthur and gives him a thumbs up. This however only makes Arthur even more concerned. “I’ll leave it to you then and uhm what was your name again?” “OH, It's Samuel, and what should I call you Sir?” Samuel replies. Arthur quickly responds, “Call me Arthur” “Well Mr Arthur you should take a seat right there, I might take a while”.

Arthur sits down on a stool next to him, to his surprise, it's quite comfortable. There's no back rest to support him but the cushioning on it is way better than the wooden chair he was sitting on earlier. There's one flower to his right and an empty shelf in front of him. The best way to describe this place was lonely, but to Arthur he didn’t feel that way at all.

He thinks about what he should do tomorrow. Maybe he should work? But he doesn't have a shift tomorrow. Maybe he should study, “It's always good to keep learning”, that's what his mother would tell him everytime he came home. When Arthur was in school his mother would always make him study constantly, even on weekends; while his father just didn’t care. Arthur finds himself staring back out the window. It's strange, he's never felt so at home in a restaurant before. It makes him want to stay here forever, if only he could. Time is so constricting, if only we had more of it. If only. Arthur feels something heavy fall inside his chest, he folds his arms on the table and nestles his head on top of them to rest. Suddenly feels something tap his head.

“Hello sir?” A familiar voice calls out to him. 

“Sir?” 

Arthur lifts his head back up to see who's calling him. When he opens his eyes he sees the lady standing in front of him.

“Sir, your order is going to be ready soon”

“Oh, thanks ”, Arthur props himself up. He must have fallen asleep while waiting for his food, he can't tell how long it's been but it seems nothing much has changed. Except now, the shelf in front of him is filled with records and vinyls. The window displays the same scenery as before and the room still has that slight orange tint. Samuel is still in the kitchen and now the lady has come back. After all the crazy things that happened, a shelf having some records isn't much of a concern. He starts to looks for a song that he remembers only by the lyrics but not the title. In his head he repeats the words “Bones, Bones, Bones”

The lady catches Arthur staring at the shelf and mouthing something unintelligible. She puts her elbows on the counter and her hands on her cheeks and says “Do you like it? We took some of your favourite songs and turned them into vinyl records. It wasn't all that hard but we might've missed a few”. She takes one record off the shelf and hands it to Arthur. Its sleeve is covered in black and white triangles with the words ‘Tally hall’ inside each of them. They were a band he used to like when he was a teenager before his taste in music changed. Their music was called silly and erratic by most people who listened to it but Arthur liked that about them. Looking on the back of it he finds that It's titled “Misery Fell” from the album Good and Evil, that was the one he enjoyed the most.

 A ding is heard from behind her and she rushes to the side. She sticks her hands into the wall and it creates a ripple effect on the wall. She stays there with her arms in the wall for a good few seconds and then pulls them out, now with a tray and a plate in her hands. She goes over to Arthur as if what she just did was completely natural. What confused Arthur the most was why did she not use the wide opening above her clearly meant to for plates.

“Pretty cool huh, there's a few more from that album here... I think if you want to see” She tries looking for other songs on the top of the shelf but she can't reach them with a tray in her hand. “It's fine, this is already amazing,” Arthur says. As Arthur examines the record in his hands, his stomach rumbles and remembers what he came here for. Hearing the rumbling from his stomach the lady is reminded of the plate in her hands and places the meal on the table and what she presents may very well be the most memorable meal Arthur would have. “Here you go Sir, enjoy” she smiles and puts the tray in the kitchen through the opening.

Arthur puts down the record on the table and begins to eat, the lady takes Misery Fell and places it back on the shelf after examining it too. It doesn’t look like she recognises it. The lady presses a button on the side of the shelf and a new record pops out from a slot next to it. It seems she does recognise this one as her face lit up once she saw it.

“Would you mind if I play something?” The woman asks Arthur eagerly. Arthur stops eating and replies. “Sure I don't mind” and quickly continues. The woman holds a grey cover with a man's face on it. She delicately takes out the record from the sleeve and goes into the kitchen. Arthur savours each bite of his meal, he's not sure what it is but it has some sort of pasta in it and a red sauce with a few balls of meat on the side. “This place sure is strange” Arthur says as he stuffs his mouth with the strands of pasta. The song “Everybody Loves Somebody” by Dean Martin starts to play in the room. Although there aren't any speakers inside this room, the song can be heard very clearly. The woman comes back and sits down opposite Arthur. 

“You have some interesting taste in music Sir. I like it though, It's unique. Not many people like to listen to the classics these days”

“More importantly how did you get all these records of my favourite songs” Arthur casually asks her with food still in his mouth. She looks away from him and with quivers in her voice she says “You're quite the sleep talker y'know” Arthur looks at her “I don't believe you”. The lady says ”I asked you before, remember? When you entered” Arthur starts to get a little annoyed  “No, I don't remember telling you anything about music. In fact I remember you leaving and locking me inside this restaurant without even telling me you were going out to get-”  The lady shouts and interrupts him, cutting his sentence short “HEY!, I didn't even leave you for very long. It was around like five minutes tops” She's angry now, the lady slams her hands on the table as she gets up.  Arthur does the same. “Five minutes?! It felt like hours! I thought I was going to starve to death in here'' Well I'm sorry Sir, I can't control what the restaurant does!” “Oh, so it's the restaurant's fault I couldn't leave. What kind of excuse is that?” ''Does this look like a normal restaurant to you sir?” The lady asks Arthur and slams her hand on the table once again “Fair point” Arthur says and crosses his arms. Arthur and the lady are arguing. The two of them look like cats fighting over a piece of fish. Neither of them want to back down. Truthfully though, Arthur wants to finish his food but if he backed down now it would mean defeat.

“C'mon sis that's not how you treat customers” Samuel shouts from inside the kitchen. He enters the room and puts a plate of pasta on the counter “Now apologise to him” The lady sighs “Im sorry Mister for shouting at you” She doesn't even face Arthur when she says it, her apology doesn't sound very sincere either, even so Arthur reluctantly apologies “I'm sorry too” they both sit down. The lady takes her plate and moves to the window seat where Arthur was sitting at earlier. Arthur continues eating his meal. Despite already apologising there's still tension in the air. Arthur finishes food and goes to use the bathroom. He washes his face and does his business. When he returns, the lady is wiping the counter. His plate is gone and so is hers. Samuel is still in the kitchen, there's no more sounds of cooking, so he must be washing the dishes now. The lady is wiping the table with a small cloth, her face looks calmer now although her hand is wiping the same spot on the counter over and over. Arthur goes back and sits down on the stool in front of her without trying to make too much noise.

“Look I'm really sorry for how I acted, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk, I just got frustrated. It wasn't your fault I got locked in anyways” Arthur says to her, he doesn't want them to have a bad impression of him. She stops wiping the table and sighs before saying to him “It's fine, sorry for getting angry at you it's just that we haven't had a customer in so long, I wanted you to have a memorable experience” After she says that she asks Arthur “Can we start this over?”. Arthur stands up and extends his hand “Of course, My names Arthur” she takes his hand and shakes it as she says to him.

“Hello Arthur, my name is Samantha and Welcome to you”